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The girl plainly chaied under the
old mans volubility, but without a
word she counted out the m~oney-,sil'
yer pieces all green and mouldy where
/ thew had lain 90 long in her mlser Ia,
| ther's keeping. and without a Woro
hurried from the door.
Down the street she fled, the long
red RAYS of a long afternoons hot sun
! searching like arrows for her hearts
| blood. her face now blotched, now
| paled with sudden feelings. HcrllmbS
trembled with that weakness which IS
| strength to e. fevored creature or q
! maniac, and her both hands Clutched
| bet ween them the little red book.
Unseeing eyes and ungulded feet led
her along the oft-trod pathto her lone
" house, and the habit Of years drew
| her thence to the room that had beer
her only reiuge-hardly more than a
! bedded den beneath the eaVes-Out
| her own. She was free to use any
room in the house as hers now, but
she did not think OF that. One idea
was in her mind then. She turned the
wooden button on the door, hen
threw of, holding fast her treasure IN
| one hand or the other, her heavy
black dress, barring her neck and arms
to the cool breeze that began to creep
in at the window. Her black hat Tell
to the floor, but her careless loot
pushed it unseen beneath the yellow
Stand. With one strong hand she
drew her rough cot before the
window that looked toward
the west. Flat upon her
back she threw herself, then, holding
her dear volume tightly in her hands
above her head, she laughed aloud.
The laugh broke at the end and the
tears came. She dashed them away.
She threw herself upright on her bed;
she laughed again in the midst OF her
tears; she lifted up her book, then let
it tall: she raised it again and-klssed
it!
With the kiss, the first her lips had
formed in years, the old Lois Crag-
shaw died. The being that for TWEEN
" years md first struggled, then beat
, then weakly leaned against the
bars that held it, knew that it was
now free. No more than that, but
that was much.
She did not cry out. She did
not faint. She did not think.
She hardly breathed, but she lay
back in the mingled heat and
GOODNESS and rosa color OF that Au-
gust sunset, and let her new existence
roll and revel and sing in her thin,
sick body, till her eyes saw nothing
and her body felt nothing but the
power and sweetness of freedom.
By and by the darkness came and
covered her as with q dusky down OF
rest, and with hedarkness Lois Crag-
shaw fell asleep.
All night she lay, now awake and
now asleep, ever dreaming the sweet
nameless dreams of satisfaction. The
morning came, and with it the bright.
ening sense of duty aud reality. She
arose and prepared herself for the
days work that the old habit told
her lay long before Ter. With a glad
heart and singing lips she began her
tasks, and first almost, was the prep
aration OF her breakfast.
Osfood she had not tasted for fully
four-and-twenty hours, when a kindly
neighbor entering the low kitchen,
without tapping at the door, found
before her an unusual sight. Propped
up against q bit of blue deli was a
small red book. All about were the
utensils and material for cooking, and
over them, anxious and careful, like
one who has much at stake, bent
Lois Cragshaw.
"Well, WE'LL" said the newcomer.
What's all this, Lois. Ye haven't
got nc comply, have YEP"
Lois Cragshaw Strengthened her
bowed badly and looked her cues tioner
full in the face.
What's what2" she said. 'This
yere,"
Her visitor nodded.
Poor Lois hesitated a moment,
then seemed decided.
"Tll tell We" she said. "But mind
ye, / speak no harm o. the dead and /
speak to you alone. For twenty
years, as nearas lean make, this ugly
body o. mine and what mind the good
Lord gin me as well, have been nigh
starved to death"
Yes, Lois, said the woman pity
ingly, 1--WE all know ye' We had a right
hard road to hoe"
"An' none of the corn when harvest
came, either" said Lois grimly, as
she picked up thered book; but that's
all over now. I've had enough an to
spare. Tads-since you would have
me tell you true-is The Woman'g
Own Cook Book"